Chapter Four: The Second Scene

By the time Cheng started a delivery van, the city alert was reciting Lin's identification number. “We can't keep the drives together,” Cheng said. “I'll take one to a lawyer.” “No.” Lin tucked the smallest drive inside her collar. “You take the story. We take the pursuit.” They split on the old ring road. The van sideswiped an advertising screen, forcing its automated system to report the accident. Lin and Zhou jumped aboard a sanitation truck and hid among disinfectant tanks and trash sacks. Her clock continued counting: 62:47:03. Half an hour later they reached Zhao Qiming's apartment. The door was sealed, but fresh ozone leaked through the frame. Zenith had searched the place and left in haste.